#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
